War rages in our lands. Over the past few days i found myself traveling throughout Hibernia, Midgard, and Albion. I began on a hunt for Norse near the passage of conflict. Inside I was greeted by a single Bonedancer. His skill was far better than my own but still, with the shortages of Norse and my trusty binding stone I figured why not. I unleashed my best attack as soon as he attacked one of the daemons inside. I fought hard and long and somehow just couldn't manage to get an edge on him. In the same he couldn't get past my blessed armor of protection. We fought for what seemed like an eternity but alas I fell.
The trip through the Otherworld seemed rather short this time. The painful cry's of the lost souls we still and quite. It was the first time i had actually feared this journey home. When i came too a druid stared down upon me and told me that I was very close to being lost. My neck had a slight sting to it. The druid made her best attempt to comfort me by telling me the stinging would soon be gone, that I had lost my head in that last battle. Fortunately for me the binding stone was fastened in my armor. A brush with death? What a rush.
Well like any stupid keen I went back to the passage of conflict. I was not about to let this Bonedancer get away clean. Upon arriving I noticed a entire war party of Norse fighting the daemons. One of them seemed to be mending his wounds and unconscious. While the others hacked away at the daemons I crept up and removed the kobolds head then fled. If it wasn't for the demonic wolfhounds I would have gotten away clean. But alas it was another trip through the Otherworld for me.
My Third voyage proved more bountiful. Just outside of the old Norse ruins I found 4 Norsemen hunting the wildlife. I attacked the healer first slaying her almost instantly. I vanished without a trace before the other 3 could find me. Next was Cutt's turn. A troll I hunted back in my Caledonia days. It was a pleasant reunion as I put him into his grave with only a mere scratch on me. His Young minded friend foolishly gave me a rude gesture so I laid him too to rest. Then it was the matter of dealing with a sleeping Shadowblade. I killed her quickly and left the area as quickly as I could.
I ventured to Fensalir Faste Outpost where their appeared to be a battle taking place. Upon inspection I saw that the door was damaged but not a soul was stirring. Still I waited to watch for any unseen individuals hiding in the woods. I waited for what seemed like an eternity. Just when I thought it was vacant a lone scout named Corthie peered out of the bushes hurling 3 arrows into the door. I smiled and dropped one of my steeple hats to let her know I was there. She did not seek me out to slay me but instead bowed to me. She seemed like a fair lady so I waited around hoping for the chance to slay me a kobold. Perhaps this time Redar... the Kobold that evaded me so often in Caledonia. Alas not a troll in sight.
I ventured south to Hlidskialf Faste Spire and decided perhaps my best approach would be to use myself as bait. Sure enough a lone troll took one swing at me and then I was gone. He searched and searched for me but i was nowhere to be found. I'm sure the disappearing mage trick really fooled this one. He was quite puzzled. Though... if I had the brainpower of troll I would be too. I turned and looked to my right and through the valley to Albions rushed the troll. After the troll had fallen I gave them applause and bowed to them. Unfortunately by the time they realized who I was, I was back looking at that very same druid shaking her head at me. I looked to him and said, ″You know, we should go have a drink.″ He laughed and said ″Aye, that we should″
We took a short trip to the local pub during his break and I told him about the day's journey. Come to find out, my good druid friend Killaloe has always dreamed of going on adventures in foreign lands. It was at the pub that a guard came rushing in saying that the stronghold at Caer Berkstead was under attack by the Norse and Albion. My ears perked a bit and Killaloe just shook her head. She looked to me and said, ″Go my friend the Norse are waiting for ye.″ I grabbed the first boat I could and headed to Albion hoping to catch an unsuspecting Troll. The siege was massive and casualties riddled the battlefield. I managed to land a few blows on a Kobold but he vanished and I wasn't sticking around so I vanished as well. The fight lasted quite a while and I ended up posting camp in the woods just east of there. I shall rest a bit, tend to my wounds and venture back to Midgard tommarrow.
Hunting the Norse has become near impossible lately. Since the Shamen have opened up some sort of portal system that allows them to move across their lands at unbelievable speeds, the Norse have been near impossible to track. I have been venturing to Albion lately to hopefully catch one of their war parties in the heat of battle. Unfortunately the local Albion don't like my presence very much and send me back home rather often. Im hoping that in the next few months we can manage to destroy this portal system so that I can once again stalk my prey. It is rare that you ever see a loan Norse anymore. Quite disheartening. Worst yet is my Nemesis has gone dormant. New warlords have taken his place. I fear the Kobold has taken his leave from the Norse army. I do hope he returns as I still have a dagger with his name on it.
It has been many weeks since I last managed to write in my journal. The winds of the east have changed and the world has changed drammatically. Places I once knew have shifted and new regions have risen. It is my fear that their is evil at work here. Also the legions of Albion have grown strong. There are now 3 Albions to every Hibernian and my relations with them have grown weary. It has been some time since the people of Albion have welcomed me into their circles. The Infiltrator Harlan hunts me though I leave him be. Many others care not of my quest and hesitate not in slaying me. It is because of this that I now advoid the Albion, though I still assist them in their battles where I can. The Hibernians mostly welcome me though there are some there that wish me dead. Im hoping the winds settle soon so that i might once again learn the land. I long for another day hunting with Elyzaria, though I fear she may have forgotten me. It has been many months since our last meeting, and Tomi tells me she has grown quite a bit. I do hope i still reside in her heart. Well I must sleep now.
How the lands have changed over my time in Midgard. War has not been friendly to the once thriving natural life here. I hear it is the same back home. I have spent much of my time the past few weeks learning the terrain of this everchanging land. Last night I grew very bold. With the help of several friends I managed to hang our banner over two different Midgard fortifications. In addition I can report 6 more slain norsemen.
In other news a letter from my sister tells of a strange firbolg guard whom is following her every move. I dont know what the King is up to but I've asked Clioe to try to find out. I do fear for my sisters safety and have Sinthea keeping a close eye on her.
It was only a few days since I traveled back to Midgard before I began slaughtering Norsemen again. The few days I spent in Hibernia secretly meeting with Clioe, Sinthea, Uan, and Giainny were much needed. My mind is much clearer now and my heart rests at ease that everyone at home is still well.
I sometime lay at night and wonder. Will ever be able to return to Hibernia again? Has love for Elyzaria banished me from my home land. The cold of Midgard has replaced the sun and warmth of Hibernia. I am trapped in an Ice dungeon while my friends and family grow old.
Not all is evil here though. The wolves keep me company and I bring them rabbits occasionally. They have welcomed me into their den and often times protect me.
Over the past 3 days I have killed 21 Norsemen, one which included the famed Stormur Vakten named Elekor Dragonhime wearing the Mayhem banner. In the fight which handed Elekor her end was one in which I had to use a bit of creativity. There were 3 Norse hunting the Crabs that night. Targonne, Kaark, and Elekor. Karrk was a Thane and could easily take me out if I fell under Elekor's stunning ability. I knew the only option I had was to split them up. I waited till Kaark was out of sight of the other two. He fought a crab and as he fought i quickly swept in slitting his throat and escaping to the east. I returned for the healer. She was resting to regenerate her strength so she could resurrect the thane I had just killed. I swept in and attacked. I figured with he low on power I might have a chance. I attacked with every bit of strength I had. Stun after Stun attempt failed. It was like the Gods prevented them from taking hold. I killed her and turned to the now quivering Targonne. He cast one spell on me which gave me a tiny scratch on my arm. I looked at him curiously then ran over to him and beat him with my staff until his blood covered the hill of the crabs. That was the 4th, 3 member party I killed in the past 2 days. I sense that the warmth of spring will bring more Norse to the frontier. I shall be waiting.
I have been away for many moons. The king has placed a rather hefty bounty of 5 platinum pieces on my head, which has inspired the Siabra & the Far Dorocha to actively hunt me. I have been in hiding these past few weeks. Traveling all corners of the Midgard frontier. I spend some time with my dearest Elyzaria a few days back and told her of my situation. Her Gaelic is improving rather quickly. I'm amazed each time I see her as to the new words she has learned. I have slain a handful of Norsemen in my time away, though my book of names has been lost. Guess this just means I'll have to slay them again.
I am a bit fearful of what the King will do next. These bounties are getting large and rather ineffective. Avoiding guards and the local thugs is getting tiring. I just wonder what drastic measures the king will take. When I was a small boy my mother always told me that love would make you do things you never imagined. I never expected being hunted by my own countrymen. I'm not even sure whom I can trust any more.
I hear of the wonderful tales told at the log night, and my heart aches that I cannot be there. It is too risky for me to venture that close to Tir na nOg. Clioe and Sinthea send me the best parts and it keeps me entertained during these long cold nights but what would I give to be able to actually sit there in the warmth of Hibernia, drinking a nice stout, and laughing the night away. I can just picture Fiti telling one of her marvelous tales, gripping each and every member of the audience, or O'Muley sharing another adventure. I find it interesting that while my life is threatened day in and day out I do not fear death, I battle the harshest Norse winter yet I do not fear, I travel a thousand leagues yet I do not fear, I challenge the toughest warriors… and yet I do not fear, but the thought of never being able to return home again instills fear in my heart.
I have returned to Hibernia to document my journey. Should anything happen to me I have left a note for the children of Failte instructing them to the whereabouts of this here journal. It is time for me to go the guard rotation is almost complete.
The eternal winter that befalls Midgard gave no relief this past week. The harsh winds and snow stormed the hillsides making it difficult to track any Norse through the harsh climate. I made camp near the Norse keep Fensalir Faste, as it was close proximity to Dodins Grove and Svasud Faste. I spent several nights here battling the frigid winds from the west.
During my stay I managed to lay to rest seven Norse militia. One Troll Shaman named Ethaleth was a difficult hunt. I caught sight of the troll leaving Svasud Faste. By the bars on their shoulder, and the glimmering artifacts they carried, I knew they were much more experienced than I. I knew if I was to stand a chance I would have to wait for the most opportune moment.
I watched as they west quickly disappearing into the harsh snow. I lost sight of them but knew only one place that someone as highly skilled as that troll shaman would head alone... Dodens Grove. I made my way to the Grove and found the very same shaman sitting catching their breath and warming by a small fire. I crept up behind it, drew my blades and began slicing at the throat of the troll. Blood painted the walls as I cut deep into the troll. It swung at me 3 times missing every swing. By the 3rd swing the troll fell. I collected its head and returned to Hibernia to place it with my collection.
After resting a day I made my way into Darkness Falls to explore a bit. I managed to slay a few Norse in training before being sent home by the formidable shadowblade Songa.
I ended my week near my home town as I paid tribute to my family. I picked some more flowers and placed them in my bag and began heading to the main land again when I noticed a large scale fight going on at the Albion Mile Wall. The Norse and Hibernian's battled it out with every last breath. I noticed one Kobold Hunter named Kizo attempting to sneak away and attacked him. He was much more skilled than I but, I managed to slay him with a little help from a firbolg. I was given his head as token of my bravery in the battle and was complimented on my swordplay. At this point I felt enough blood had been shed for one weak so I set forth on my journey to our meeting place, in Fanach Mala.
A courier brought to my attention that there was an haunted underground passage which lead to the land of Midgard. He said that I would surely find some Norse wandering the entrance to this dwelling. I set forth on my first venture to this haunted passageway named by locals as Darkness Falls. I followed a warband of Hibernians to the strange portal that would send me to Midgard. I waited. Night fell and the nurse watch began flooding the corridors. I had many fierce battles and lay to rest 7 Norsemen before I left. My adventure was quite fascinating and I will indeed further explore this realm of spirits and the damned.
Its been nearly a month since my last slaying, I have been working on improving my skills while still taking trips to Midgard on a regular basis. Ive learned many of the popular hunting groups... many of which show evidence of death in the recent past. The wolves of Midgard have grown fond of me. Perhaps it is the Spraggon meat I bring over from Hibernia for them the develops the kinship between us. Regardless the companionship of the wolves is quite useful in this new land. I figure the longer I stay in Midgard the less likely the Sentinals will see though my disguise. I do miss Elyzaria though. Im sure she is progressing in her studies. Well I must make haste the Sentinals are walking this way.
A cold wind welcomed me to the land Midgard. It was my first venture to Midgard and I decided I would seek out blood on Midgard soil while exploring their land for every nook and cranny.
I traveled several hours hiding from the Norse patrols and the occasional war party. I ran across a bunch of Albion that made no effort to find me after I cheered for them and waved as they sped past me. I made my way to both of their Great Walls protecting their borders from invaders then began my search for unsuspecting soldiers roaming about.
I came to a quiet place where the wolves sang and lizards roamed. It was near the triple log that I met my first friend in Midgard. She was a beautiful wolf who was out hunting for food for her cubs just a ways uphill. You could hear their tiny howls and it reminded me a lot of the times I spent with the wolves in Hibernia. She approached and sniffed my armor and then my bag. I pulled out of my bag a small piece of meet I had planned on cooking this night and gave it to her. But she did not take it. She became very nervous and became spooked by something. I quickly hid behind a tree. A troll and kobold came running up the path. They ran towards the Wolves den and the mother wolf growled at them with such anger. They attacked the wolf and killed her. The cries of her children filled my heart and the blood in my veins began to boil. I watched them carefully as they continued slaying anything breathing they could find. Laughing... Taunting... and worst of all, trophy collecting.
I could not take it any more. I snuck in on the kobold, pulled my knife out, and cut her neck from ear to ear spewing blood onto her Troll friend. I then thrust my blade into trolls heart killing him instantly. I then dropped my flowers on their bodies and carried the mother wolf to her den. I took the cubs with me to another area where they would be safe. Another mother wolf took them into her den. It was with great sorrow that I had to say goodbye.
I was continuing my search when I caught wind of a very familiar scent. I followed it to the Albion gate and there standing in blue leaning up against the wall smiling was Lady Elyzaria. We to each other and embraced each other for what seemed an eternity. She spoke to me in Gaelic telling me she knew she would find me here. We spent the evening killing trolls and exploring the land. It quite nice to see her again.
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Follow the memoirs of Renny Conchobair as he journeys through distant realms protecting the very fabric of space and time. Recruited by the Mother Oak as a guardian, he travels to distant worlds in hunt of the Jarl Garn who seeks to acquire the powerful relics of the lifestream.
There are 4 relics in each world that provide balance to their world. Removing one of these artifacts will cause unrest, sickness, and violence. Removing two will send the world into a shroud of darkness. If three should be removed, all life shall be wiped away from existence. The fourth will result it total destruction of that plane of existence.
It is up to Renny Conchobair to retrieve the Sword of Nuada and return it to earth and stop the power hungry Jarl Garn from collecting the other artifacts before it is too late.
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